Who: Sirius & Tonks! What: Sirius wants to make sure his favourite pseudo-niece doesn't hate him Where: Tonks' place! When: Early evening Rating: Medium-ish for possible language
A lot had happened over the past few days. Namely, Sirius had taken offence to the fact no one seemed to give a damn that Peter had almost been murdered. He'd done what he always does - stirred shit up. It wasn't particularly mature, but it had the releasing effect Sirius had wanted. He didn't care what anyone else thought of the other Sirius, but he did want people to know the truth. Especially if he was going to be taking care of CiCi. What Sirius hadn't intended, was everyone else's response. He hadn't expected Dora to reply the way she did, and then not reply at all. It made him nervous and uneasy. Even though she wasn't his Dora, he still loved her. He would always love her.
After a few drinks, Sirius got an idea into his head. All Dora needed was a dramatic apology. He knew she'd forgive him. She had to! He paid his tab and grabbed a napkin on the way out. The napkin wasn't itself for long, though. Immediately once Sirius got outside he transfigured the napkin into a lavish bouquet of flowers. Well, lavish might be pushing it. Sirius never had an eye for design, so the bouquet ended up to be a bit of a schmorgus board of every flower Sirius could remember.
The walk back to the residences was short. In no time, Sirius was knocking at Dora's door. "Dorrrraaaaa!" he called out, flowers in hand. He had a whole production planned, all he needed was for the door to open. She'd be laughing and back to normal in no time, he just knew it.